Daozong was completely white.
Mo Daoli came back without disturbing anyone and came to the center of the lobby.
Looking at a huge coffin placed.
There are various wreaths placed around, and it can be seen that these are the masterpieces of the disciples in the sect.
Dao Zong's disciples occasionally help people with some Dharma gatherings, so the process of doing white things and making some things are compulsory courses, and he has also taught some things.
There is a portrait of himself on the coffin.
In the mourning hall above, there is a tablet of its own.
Mo Daoli couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
He only remembered that he passed the position of sect leader to his apprentice, but he didn't say that he was dead!
With a wave of his big hand, he opened the coffin.
There is also a set of clothes that I often wear inside.
Mo Daoli climbed into the coffin and lay down like that.
Mo Daoli said to himself: "It's quite comfortable, much better than my bed."
Then with a wave of his hand, the coffin board was closed.
He is planning to give these unfilial descendants some surprises tomorrow.
Have a funeral for him, right?
He wanted to see if the hearts of these boys were strong. Tomorrow morning these people would probably worship one by one.
He directly performed a coffin-unveiling ceremony, but he was worried that something would happen to Daozong, so these people started to hold a funeral for him.
Mo Daoli began to restrain his breath at this time, the surprise was so exciting.
At this moment, someone suddenly came to the lobby.
Someone was holding the coffin with one hand.
One of the men had a rougher voice and said, "What's the use of Mo Daoli having such a strong ability?
I don’t know how to restrain myself, and I didn’t die so early.
It's just a pity that you died early, otherwise you would have had a taste of our power. "
Mo Daoli thought at this time: "Who is out there, so arrogant?"
At this time, another voice came.
"It's a pity that he is a master of the second world after all, but he likes to commit suicide. It is said that he is still a tomb inside the coffin.
Not even the bones have been recovered. It's pitiful. There is a sect with countless disciples, but they don't even know where to recover the bones. "
I'm dead, and you're just arranging it behind my back. I'll pretend to be dead later. Will you be embarrassed?
Mo Daoli thought so in his heart.
But then another voice changed the subject.
"But it's okay to die, so that you don't have to watch the disciples die in front of him."
At this time, although Mo Daoli was lying in the coffin, his eyes were emitting a dangerous light.
These two are looking for death!
Luo Hao and Qing Shui came to see the memorial tablet of the previous leader of the Dao Sect, and were ready to complete the purpose of their trip.
At this time, outside the lobby, a layer of mist suddenly appeared.
The two left the lobby and saw the fog outside.
Qingshui sighed with emotion: "It's almost winter, and it's getting foggy so quickly at night."
Luo Hao said nonchalantly: "Climate change has always been like this. If there is anything worth worrying about, let's hurry up and finish what we have to do tonight.
Fog and no moon make it a really good time to kill. "
The two acted separately.
After Luo Hao sensed the aura of a practitioner from the four realms in a room, he pushed the door open and entered.
Only to find that there was no one in the room.
It's the same situation in Qingshui.
As a result, every room they opened to different places was empty.
But the two of them cleverly returned to the same place.
You know, they are going in different directions.
Qing Shui and Luo Hao had solemn expressions on their faces.
Because now in front of them is the lobby where Mo Daoli's spiritual tablet is placed.
That's where they left just now.
In conjunction with the strange incident that just happened.
Anyone who encounters this situation will feel nervous.
Qing Shui also tried to dispel the fog, but found that no matter what he did, the fog did not change at all.
Qing Shui's heart sank even more.
Could it be true...
Luo Hao was more rough. Although he thought of some possibility, he firmly did not believe it, and then said loudly: "Who is pretending to be a ghost? I don't believe that Mo Daoli can fake a corpse?"
"Oh, is it so?"
An old and ethereal voice came.
And in the lobby, there was a person standing upright on the coffin.
The man held Fuchen in his hand and looked at them with a smile.
Luo Hao and Qing Shui were extremely familiar with this man's face, and it was precisely because of his familiarity that they felt a chill in their neck spines.
The other party was Mo Daoli.
Luo Hao was so bold that he punched Bian directly.
As a result, the punch failed.
At the same time, countless Mo Daoli walked in from all directions.
"If you want to kill my disciples on my territory, you really treat me like nothing."
As he said that, every Mo Daoli stretched out a slap.
It hit Luo Hao and Qing Shui hard in the face.
The two people's faces pouted evenly.
Compared to the pain in their faces, the fear in their hearts made them tremble more.
You know, this slap landed firmly on their faces, and they couldn't avoid it.
What's even more frightening is that they can't hit anyone when they fight back.
How is this different from a ghost?
After traveling around the world for so many years, where did you encounter such a strange thing?
But all this was not over yet, the scene suddenly changed.
The two found themselves in a mass grave.
Luo Hao was frightened and could not help but retreat a little. As a result, he bumped into a tombstone.
Looking down, he saw his own name clearly written on the tombstone.
Qing Shui also discovered that his name was actually written on the tombstone.
From the perspective of the two of them, their own names were written on the dense tombstones, but the other's name did not appear.
Luo Hao couldn't help shouting: "Don't play tricks on me, come out and stand in front of me if you have the ability."
Suddenly, Mo Daoli appeared in front of him.
He held two blood-red swords in his hands and penetrated his lute bones.
Luo Hao also raised his legs to fight back at this time.
With one kick, the opponent dispersed like smoke.
At this time, Qing Shui immediately rushed to Luo Hao's side.
When he rushed over, as soon as he touched Luo Hao's body, he found that the other person also disappeared like smoke.
When were they separated?
Luo Hao was injured at this time and just called Qing Shui for support.
The other party's head strangely rotated 180 degrees.
Her eyes were staring at him in darkness.
Luo Hao couldn't help but feel the hair on his hair bursting and his skin crawling.
